Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1557: Chapter 1557: He Leveled Up to Be a Dad

Willow Crawford had a massive hemorrhage.

Serena Sterling had already mentally prepared herself, given that Willow’s condition was extremely unfavorable. She immediately instructed calmly, "Don’t panic!"

As she spoke, Serena grasped Willow’s small hand, her gaze resolute, "Willow, you must hold on, Mommy will save you. Don’t give up on your life, you need to have the strength to overcome all of this."

Willow just felt so tired, truly exhausted, her whole body in pain; she just wanted to close her eyes and have a good sleep.

She took one last look at her son beside her, her little Joy.

The name "Joy" was chosen by Morgan Ashworth, how perfect it was. She hoped her son would be like the sun.

"Mommy, give little Joy to Morgan Ashworth. I believe he will be a good father, he will love Joy well, along with my share to make up to Joy." Willow’s words now seemed more like last wishes.

"Willow, I will give Joy to Morgan Ashworth, but you can’t sleep, do you understand? Don’t you want to see Joy grow up with your own eyes? Morgan Ashworth is still so young, if you leave, he will eventually remarry; with a stepmother comes a stepfather, can you be at ease?" Serena tried to provoke Willow’s fighting spirit.

But Willow was truly exhausted, her ears buzzing, her eyelids heavy with fatigue; she was about to sleep, "Let him forget me, forgetting me... is also good..."

With that, Willow’s hand fell, and she closed her eyes.

"Princess Willow!"

Wah.

Little Joy also burst out crying.

...

Morgan Ashworth had been in the room the entire time, sitting on the bed smoking several cigarettes. Not long ago, Willow was still sleeping here, in his arms.

Now, she’s gone.

Morgan curled his lips into a self-deprecating smile, let her go, going forward in his life, there would no longer be the name "Willow Crawford."

Just then, there was a commotion outside, Eleven was knocking on the door, "Master."

Morgan Ashworth walked over and opened the room door.

Eleven was holding a small baby in his arms, his face excited, "Master, Princess Willow gave birth, she had a big, healthy baby boy, come and take a look!"

Morgan Ashworth’s tall frame stiffened, his gaze quickly landing on the little Joy in Eleven’s arms.

He hadn’t expected Willow to give birth so soon, there were still several weeks left until the due date, how did she suddenly deliver?

This is... his son!

Morgan Ashworth reached out and took little Joy. When the baby’s soft little body was transferred to his arms, he became awkward, his movements cautious, not knowing how to hold a child, afraid he might harm him.

Eleven exclaimed joyously, "Master, congratulations, you’ve leveled up to a father!"

Indeed, he became a father, he has a son!

Morgan Ashworth, with reddened eyes, looked at little Joy. Little Joy’s bright eyes looked at him back; father and son gazed into each other’s eyes.

At this moment, it was absolutely the happiest moment in Morgan Ashworth’s life; little Joy was the legacy of his life, he has a son!

Wah.

Wah wah.

Just then, little Joy suddenly cried.

"Little Joy, why are you crying?" Morgan Ashworth, inexperienced as a first-time dad, panicked, completely flustered when his son started crying.

Eleven, also a rough guy, came over to watch little Joy, advising, "Master, could it be that the young master is hungry and wants to eat?"

Yes.

Yes, yes, that must be it, his son was hungry, Morgan Ashworth said, "Where’s Willow?"